I moved to southern Idaho 44 years ago to escape the in-migration

of folks to the front range of my native Colorado. Except for the in-place RW politics here, I'd found my own slice of heaven with plenty of decent Western weather, gorgeous, wide open space and far fewer people. Despite the similar influx of people now, those characteristics, though impacted, are still available.

My wife and I are too old to pick up and try moving again. And really, we wouldn't want to. We'll take our chances in the south here with odd politics, increasingly smoky, late summer skies, Mormons (with regular cycles of their namesake crickets which aren't really crickets), the very rare tornado, much rarer serious earthquakes and hopefully rarer still, far-in-the future lava flows.

However, those redoubt-hungry transplants in their new woodland paradise up north might get chased out by Bigfoot, the ever increasing chance of another Wallace-style Big Burn or far more likely: getting eaten alive by their particular brand of religion they think is called Christianity. They'll get tired of trying to out kook themselves.